I met common by the road
Clothed with sense, I asked for direction
He said, “Never run from love
Young one, never run
For in the end, you will find the streets empty”
Hard to see, beautiful ways
The taste I seek
Hard to find, eyes they meet
Tuned for the right time
Always love,
always kiss the ground of earth
And pray for the skies up there
Author Archives: Uyi
I write
Forest Nativity
It just started
I mean the late nights
The party of dark lights
Dances of rhythmic balance
The twists of hips, the girls on feet
Explode with soul
Moving, jiving to the sound of vibes
Dark they may seem
Thick it might feel
Power of the night
The party, I mean
As they move, the kick starts
The soft bites sinks, the love ink drips
The kiss begins, the clothes on ground
Our backs on floor, our skin enclosed
The cries out loud, freedom from the out-word
Even though for a moment
Our spirits are aligned in joy
So right, raging in circles
Smiling and ticking
Till the moon drops
And the darkness tears away
Leaving thoughts for feel
Fleeing the scene, making room
For the souls of functions
The scent of secluded seductions
Some shapes of circulating forms
The taste for formulating lips
A feel of overflowing streams
Grabbing, touching firm whole points
Dreams of inhabited passages
All in the forest of our nativity
Rage baby, rage
Fire
My skin: black and unscripted
Burnt and perfected
Hinged without absence
Indifference to mined coal
Fire, as I ride through the sun
Fiery eyes, they glare
At me? Yes at you, uYi
Alright, please
Pour the fire,
Pour the fire on me
And watch your stairs of hate fall flat
Watch as I come forth
Gold? No
A new element
A child of the sun
A beast with a nation
A heritage of carved culture
So yeah, curse me
Pour the fire
I need the fire
Fire me up
And watch as I shoot up
Past the sky, to the fullest of the moon
To a time where the people of the sun
Say “Fire, fire
Pour the fire on us”
Ceremonial Drums
Searching for the finale
Forgetting I am right here
To end all hate
To start all things called love
All in the package of our sun
Sublime as the wind blows
In the car, music pumping
Engine roaring, never crashing
Speeding ahead of late traffic
Summer drink, filling bottles
A glass of peace, a twist of orange
Climbing these patchy mountains
Painful they might be, but I rather care not
For the fall was tiring, so to the top I climb
Not to the ends of luxury, but to the top of my whole
To find my voice, once buried
Now found in the bill of my words
Going, revving, switching the gear
As the windows receives heat
A moment to grab rock and push on
Up to those stairs of an infinity called peace
Migrating Mind
The race began
My papers aligned
Standing before a judge
Passing me to world of insanity
Arriving, the bottles were plenty
To drink, and to throw
The visions blurry
Running away from the square of one
Where the day blinds
And nights drags
The only reason was “why?”
Why now?
Why answer this call?
Only to hear my own demise
Blasted with debt
Amassed in words
So deep into the water, I plunge
The bath, then cleansing
Only I had the answers
The maroon bricks lied
Saying I was nothing to be
But only I had the answers
To caste away the skin that was bleached with sin
The precious, those precious times
Were hard to live in
But in it I remained
An explosion of soul
Red clouds, dancing in air
Fire raging, burning into cotton
Eyes cleared from the out-world
The appearance of my inner growing
Justified as the clock hits seven
Rising, flying to meet the arrival of my sun
Far away, with birds from the south
Red Eye
The yellow from the sun
Had its own working ways
Burning skin, heating mind
Slapping hard to make sense
Of my incoming demise, so I rose
Full with my own words
A letter the preacher never had
That I had found,
Down in my pockets
With a pen, I brought to life
All I was to be
Red eyes, travel bound
While standing here
I had moved a thousand miles more
More than the planes could carry
Pass me the red eye
So I may see more clearly
Brighter than day
Thicker than the depths of night
Balanced to stand on plain sky
Elevating to meet the people of the sun
So please, pass me the red eyes of light.
Simple World: Body of Work Edition
It starts unexpectedly. The sleepless nights formed without no singular reason. Then they come out. At times without names, other times, named as they make a full appearance; funny faces, silly antics. They amaze you with their humor, their taste for sorrow; taking you with them on a thrilling ride. They become a friend or I dare say you.
Most of the time, they come out after destroying the inner parts of who you stand for; gradually tearing the binds you have had for so long. The fear, the longing for acceptance; everything you held back, they drag out forcing you out into the sun. To project balance, the log you stand on must understand the sole of your feet.
First came the end; the daily, weekly progression of their story. Did their stories fit? Who knew? But after the eyes are cleared or when the mind recedes to a night of proper sanity, you begin to see their life struggles. And then you smile knowing you have brought a part of you.
To you, they gave their life; a piece to admire or sulk in. To you the baton was handed. You either run the lap while the shouting rings out loud, or you wait the race ends then you run along amongst the quiet ones.
The next stage you fall into after surviving the progressive era is: the build-up stage. A place where the lights are more (maybe less) focused. Like a good MC, you hype the progressive era, building it up hoping to catch an eye from the stares you get.
The substance (progression stage) is there, now fill it up with details. Story wise, that is.
Infinite Times
The fruit that fell, standing up
It dusted off the rotten sweat
Cleaning its bloody filled body
Walking on ground, it wobbled away its battered taste
Staggering, trying to regain feet on solid ground
Words were not said, as it passed by the bar scene
Silence received, mouths wide open
The fruit that fell seeking the wranglers of its neck
An angel of death bringing back the lost
The hideous foul smell carrying with it
Misunderstood even after the sight of death
Absorbing all the rainbows, an absence of nothing
O, lord let all the pain wash away
The fruit that fell, standing up
Without tears, tearing away its gash ridden holes
A pain that was surely definite
Our freedom to the times of infinite
Run, run through the deep of night
The haunting cries creep
Tip toe, they come
Hallow face as they scream out empty words
Your doors locked
But through them, they come
Haunting times as you run
The bushes twigs tears skin
As your nakedness is exposed
Behind you they come
Almost touching you
With their bleak faces
The race to catch your failing heart
It jumps, your heart
As you see the blades they call teethes
The fangs sink in
Blood flies out
Shouts roll through
Dark twisted faces stamped on your mind
With a grin, they have arrived
The devil of the night
The lion of our times
Rushing to steal soul
Behind you, he laughs
As the night accepts you
Without a candle, you are lost
Welcoming the new found home
The ancient place of old
The floor of lost minds
Faded souls, you stand with
Removed from body
You see them laughing
As they tear your skin
With no cries, you laugh with them
You, madly grinning accepting this abode
The sweat forming, dirt gathering
The tussle, the struggle
Sounds of a returning bat
Fan fighting hard to beat heat
Stomach reacting, mind awakening
Fear escaping, reality breaching walls
Thirst no more, the night is gone
Henceforth, the morning
Trip, fell
Into surreal vibes
Coping with clouds
A mental state receding
The surge to tear papers
Bringing out the best of words
Soaking heat, toasted
Gone, rolling through
More residue, please
As my mind laughs
My pen goes on a rampage
Putting down these gems
Gold of some sort
Ease as I go on
Stress, where art thou?
When the sky is green
The beat of heart
The blunt from life
Dragging, inhaling away
Good times, faded sight
Long into the night, then sleep
SIMPLE WORLD 